We Be Goblins part Uno and Duex! (Inactive)

Game Master Freddy Honeycutt

"Scribbleface drown! Water wash away bad witch words!"

I'll think I'll search Scribbleface's stuff. Maybe I can find what he was doing, Glim thinks.

Sneak into Scribbleface's tent.
Stealth: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (2) + 16 = 18

Scribble face is further out -2 to ranged attacks....

Chief Gutwad is looking into scribble faces belongings...

I ammm not soooo sure that those are meannnt forrr your own feeet Tinderrrtwig.

Glooper visibly facepalms.

Tindertwig simply smiles, licks Dirtbag, and dives back into the bush.

Mees goona gits them, Dirtbag. Wees the smatreters of dem!

You can see the bush begin to shake and some loud cursing is coming from it!

NO! Not like that like this!

Blikx runs over to where the Chief is rummaging and begins dancing and hopping in anticipation.

"Hashelotsanastyscribblesnpapersandthings? Hashethescratchyfeathersntheblackwaterformakin'em? Iswerightocheeranwhoopthatthescribblefaceisgonnadiiiieeeeee?!"

Scribbleface is washed out to sea..

Back in the village

The trunk contains funny cylinders of paper with fuses and some attacked to sticks, the gunslingers smell a hint of gunpowder on these, and placing a few in the fire confirms that some make loud noises, some fly through the air and others create balls of flame.

A piece of paper, with no words shows the tribe, the marsh and a boat that is supposed to have more of these bang-sticks.

(one that, fortunately,contained no writing—only nice, safe drawings and dotted lines). This map showed the extent of Brinestump Marsh, including the route from the Licktoad village to an old shipwreck near the coastline that—according to the drawings on the map—contained many more crates of fireworks.

Tindertwig hears all the booming and banging. He slowly--cautiously--pokes his head out of the bush.

Hey! What's wit all these booms and bangings? Sounds like wees need to have some fun too!

He runs up to see what is going on.

"More things go bang on boat! Let's go and take some!" Glim says.

Was making gunpowder what it was he was up to? Thinks Glim.

"Melikeaboombooms! Lemmehaveemlemmehavem!"

BLIKX tries to grab one from the Chief.

Touch Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Bravest gobos must venture to the boom bang boat to gets theze boom sticks.

Each and every goblin grabs at the fireworks and quickly sets off everything into the evening sky, once they are all gone the goblins look sad.

Chief gutwad
"Tonight goblin dares find out who goeses to get more firesticks!"

Tindertwig listens to the big Cheev.

Wees goings on a hunt!

He looks at Dirtbag, licks him, and yells:

Wees going on a hunts!

"I go get boom sticks! Make big boom boom!" says Glim.

"MORE BOOMS!" Gretcha cries in excitement, skipping around in a circle. "Let me go find booms!"

You are summoned to speak to chief gutwad he tells you....

“You all be heroes. Each of you. You are best Licktoads but for me. And maybe but for Slorb. That you aren’t fleeing in terror from mighty sound of my voice is all the proof you should need. Yet soon, all Licktoad goblins will know your might, for I have picked you for a dangerous mission."

“You know about fireworks and map we found in Scribbleface’s
hut. Fireworks were fun. But map is more fun. It shows a route to a place near the coast where Scribbleface found fireworks."

"And it says there are more fireworks there! I want them for Licktoads. You all go get them tomorrow. Tonight we have big bonfire to burn bad luck away from you, and we play many games. Much fun. Tomorrow you fetch me fireworks. If you meet men, you make them dead. If you meet dogs, you make them dead. If you meet horses, you make them dead. If you meet Lotslegs Eat Goblin Babies Many, you maybe should run. And if you not find fireworks, you not come back or we feed you to Squealy Nord!”

Gretcha gasps, eyes wide, and claps her hands over her mouth in surprise. "You... you wants us to go find fireworks?! Does Chief think we sees Lotslegs?!" She suddenly grins, and throws her fists in the air. "Gretcha find Lotslegs! Gretcha make Lotslegs dead!"

"Chief has good idea. I'm ready to go!" says Glim.

Cruncher eez ready to getz the boom sticks, Letz GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Tindertwig licks Dirtbag as he listens to the Chief.

Wees go get bang booms! Wees be the mighty Gobos in the land...

He looks at the Chief.

Except for big great Cheev--of course!

Tindertwig runs off to collect his gear.

Wees great Gobos. Big Cheev says so! Yous all git out of way of great hero!

"Herecomesaboomhehehehe. Letsgogetemboys!"

"Which way is the boat?" says Glim.

Knowledge geography check?

No ranks in geography
Intelligence Check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Intelligence Check: 1d20 ⇒ 5

"Weeeegooooozatwaaaayyyy!"

Glim and Blikx face each other across the map, one points left and the other points right.......

Tindertwig returns with his gear, looks sparingly at the map and...

knowledge(geography): 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (19) + 0 = 19

...and starts walking in the correct direction.

Yous follow the great Ranger....me! Wees knows how to git there

He licks Dirtbag Proudly!

Int Check: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (12) - 2 = 10

"This way is the wrong way. . ." Glim says, not wanting to admit he got it wrong. He points in the direction Tindertwig & Dirtbag are going. "That is the correct way."

He boldly walks that way like he meant to all along.

"Thanks for showing us wrong way, Glim!" Gretcha chirps. She starts skipping after Tindertwig & Dirtbag. "We follow him! He's good at sneakings and spottings!"

perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31

Tindertwig turns at the mention of his name.

He smiles a big grin at Gretcha.

Yous be smarter than these other Gobos! Yous stick wit mees and Dirtbag!

Tindertwig looks to the ground, searching for the right way again.

survival: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 1 = 13

He points in front of him at a rock.

This be the right way. Wees goes shush shush!

Rrready whhhen you are.

BLIKX spins around and around, arm extended and finger pointing. Eventually he stops, pointing the direction the rest are going. He stares down his finger, and sighs.

This seems to be the correct direction.

The goblins wave goodbye as you leave some of them even use more than one finger....

The journey to the fireworks stash, as indicated on
the map, is relatively short—a slog not quite a mile-long
through the swamp along the creek’s southern bank.

The journey only takes about an hour to make. The marsh
itself is relatively difficult to navigate, with numerous
stretches of deep water that must be skirted and thick
tangles of stinging nettles.

As you make the journey a web shoots out and hits Greta covering her in sticky webs!

Initative 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Beat that! and make perception checks....

Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
EEEEEEK! LOTSLEGS!

Tindertwig screams, then looks around to see if anyone noticed!

initiative: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22

Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

BLIKX pulls out his big gun, looking for his target.

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

"AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Getitoffgetitoffgetitoff!" Gretcha screams, trying to pull away the webs.

Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

Glim pulls out his Wakizashi.

You have won initiative.....

Tindertwig and Glim both spot the spider high in the tree-tops......

Ranged attacks?

Greta dc 12strength check to free yourself....not likely to get help.. : )

Glooper draws his musket expecting the worst from this encounter.

Spiderrrs. I hate spppiders.

Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

The Grippli takes aim at the nearest eight-legged freak he can spot hoping that more are not hiding nearby. He remains still so as to immediately reload his musket quickly.

Ranged Attack(vs. Touch AC): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 201d10 ⇒ 8
+1 ATK/DMG if Glooper is within 30ft of the spider.

Goootcha.

Tindertwig gleefully takes his shortbow, places an arrow into it and fires!

shortbow: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 171d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Wees be gitting breakfast!

He then backs up 30'...

Cruncher takes out a chakram and throws it Lotslegs.
Ckakram: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Oops. Cruncher laughs as his chakram thuds into a tree 3 feet of target.

BLIKX pulls his blunderbuss and fires a spray of pellets into the trees in the direction of the spider.

"Dieyallotsaleggsiesdiediediediedieeeeeee!"

Ranged Touch attack, scatter: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Arrgh, misfire!

this is going...perfectly...lol

Strength: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19

Gretcha managed to rip herself free of the webs and pull out her sling. "Come out, little spidey! Gretcha hungry!"

This is going about as well as you'd expect from a party of goblins, eh?

Glim hustles around to the other side of Lotslegs so as to flank him.

Glim is careful while moving to stay out of Lotslegs' reach, but he tumbles through if it can't be avoided.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Lotsa legs comes down from the trees, loosing two of the eight legs to attacks, leaving only 7 legs ....... Goblin math....

Blixx looks down at his misfiring gun and back up just in time to catch a bundle of webbing!

Lotsa legs spots and attempts to bite Cruncher

@Cruncher
Melee bite 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Damage 1d6 ⇒ 1 plus poison, fort save DC 14

Spider now in melee range
You are up!

Gretcha draws her mace and holds her free hand over it. The weapon bursts into flame.

"Burnyburn! Time to make spidey burn!" she giggles gleefully.

Casting sun metal and moving into melee range.